El Abuelo No Está Loco
El Arrebato
Grandpa's Not Crazy
Today he put on his jeans again
And that Camarón t-shirt
Today he hung the moon on his hat
And went looking for a rock and roll scent
Today he stopped talking to loneliness
And went out for drinks with freedom
He’s back to chasing skirts
And he ended up throwing punches at the gossip
At the gossip
Today he feels like the biggest hippie on the streets of Seville
Today he’s back to being the master of his life
Today he’s back to being a revolutionary against all the lies
When he talks or when he’s quiet, he does it with his soul on the line
He’s cold, but he won’t wear a scarf
He wants his throat free to shout whatever he wants
Grandpa's not crazy, kid, grandpa's not crazy
He never liked this society, and now that he’s old, he still doesn’t
Grandpa's not crazy, kid, grandpa's not crazy
Grandpa's just fed up with feeling alone
Today he went back into the wolf's den
He took him out in his pajamas to party with him
His shoulder tattoo is the only sacred thing
He only believed in this life in a woman's name
In a woman's name
